Recycle

On sleepless nights
I pretend dream,
smoke cigarettes
like I’ll never get cancer.
I am a crab-web of stars,
alive in the sky
and the ocean floor.

I forget physics,
float with the smoke
gray and colorless
at once.
I dissipate
with the plume,
am recycled into blackness.
I’ll exist
a gas sprite,
a point of light,
orange embers burning like a fire in the desert.